Mother’s Day Lavender Honey Giveaway!
I’ll be the first to admit that I had some pretty ugly teenage years.
Sure. I had awkward limbs, a face full of acne, and was otherwise unfortunate looking, but I’m talking about what an utter brat I was for a solid two (plus) years.
Did you go through some seriously bratty years? Just say yes. We’ve all been there, right? If you try to tell me you were a perfect angel, I just won’t believe you.
I seem to remember the distinct feeling that I knew everything there was to know about the world at the ripe old age of fifteen. I thought most everything was beyond “annoying”, and I used that word… to death. If eye rolling were an Olympic sport… gold medal… me.
I also had this obnoxious habit of assuming that everything that belonged to my mother, somehow also belonged to me. From her favorite stationary, to her hidden stash of chocolates and the entire contents of her jewelry box, I acted as though it was all up for grabs. Terrible, right? Only when I was out in the world trying to save up my pennies to buy myself a nice box of tea, or my favorite rose lotion, did I realize that my mom deserved to have her treats without my mittens all up in them.
While I can take my obnoxious teenage years back, I suppose my real penance will come when my own teenage daughter pillages my valuables. Until that joyous time, here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to give one of you a jar of beautiful French Lavender Honey.
Leave me a comment in this post and tell me this:
Tell me how your mom is spectacular, despite your possible teenage indiscretions.
I know a lot of you are moms, tell me what makes it all worthwhile.
I’d really like for this lovely honey to go to a Mom… it is, after all, Mother’s Day. Maybe that means you’re a hard working Mom and need a tea and toast break. Maybe that means you win this honey and give it to your Mom as a “thanks for being awesome” gift.
Comments close Thursday at midnight Pacific Standard Time and the winner will be chosen by the Random Number Generator. Happy Mother’s Day!
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My relationship with my mother, after 34yrs, is still classified a work in progress. As we work through our “communication issues” I take what I learn and hope that it makes me a more understanding parent to my own children: Connor is 2 1/2, Addison 17months.
At the end of the day, when Connor shows me his hand and says “this means I love you mama” (he’s big on learning sign language right now), I think “I’m doing okay.”